I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I walked along the side with the spray-painted trees, some in white like a starched chemical snowfall, others painted gold, pink, red,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“Everybody asks why I started at the end and worked back to the beginning, the reason is simple, I couldn't understand the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
